15.Aug.13, 06:41 AM
D’hys typically didn’t go to the Weyrfolk Hall unless he had a good reason for it. He preferred to spend his time around other dragonriders which had their own huts and usually better taste. However, some of the non-riders had skills that could be used in his favour while others had made a bad bet and had to pay up in some form or another. That day had been a little of both for what brought him striding into the Hall. He genuinely enjoyed Ravana’s oils but had found out others did as well. Trading a small amount to be bumped to the top of the list for getting new boots made seemed a worthy sacrifice and worth his time of coming to the Hall.
He had stopped to play nice with someone, greeting them with a nod and answering mundane questions before the person finally let him go by excusing himself and walking away. D’hys didn’t get a chance to leave as well as someone came crashing into him from behind. His first instinct was to assume it was an upset lover or even A’liran and D’hys was ready to swing around and defend himself from an actual attack but he stopped himself. It felt more like a smaller form had simply bumped into him out of carelessness; a hunch that became fact when he turned to see the woman gawking at him.
Why did she look familiar? Was she simply an admirer? D’hys doubted he had any real contact with her given she looked about the right age to be a Candidate and probably a Stolen one at that, making her whiny along with useless to him.You slept with her, Zeianth supplied after poking through some memories. His own curiosity had been piqued due to the way the girl stared at his rider. She seemed afraid of him and that usually meant D’hys had slept with the woman and something had happened; usually a broken heart.
D’hys took a moment to eye the woman from head to toe and back again. Why would I? he asked with a mental snort. She wasn’t really his type for a variety of reasons but that didn’t mean anything when a flight was involved and it likely was. “Yes?” He finally spoke, forgoing any proper greeting. After all, the girl had run into him so that seemed to defeat the purpose of using manners. “Did you need something or is it a hobby to try knocking over blueriders?”
He had stopped to play nice with someone, greeting them with a nod and answering mundane questions before the person finally let him go by excusing himself and walking away. D’hys didn’t get a chance to leave as well as someone came crashing into him from behind. His first instinct was to assume it was an upset lover or even A’liran and D’hys was ready to swing around and defend himself from an actual attack but he stopped himself. It felt more like a smaller form had simply bumped into him out of carelessness; a hunch that became fact when he turned to see the woman gawking at him.
Why did she look familiar? Was she simply an admirer? D’hys doubted he had any real contact with her given she looked about the right age to be a Candidate and probably a Stolen one at that, making her whiny along with useless to him.
D’hys took a moment to eye the woman from head to toe and back again. Why would I? he asked with a mental snort. She wasn’t really his type for a variety of reasons but that didn’t mean anything when a flight was involved and it likely was. “Yes?” He finally spoke, forgoing any proper greeting. After all, the girl had run into him so that seemed to defeat the purpose of using manners. “Did you need something or is it a hobby to try knocking over blueriders?”